Who I've Become

All That Remains ~ Asking Too Much

The Veer Union - Brave The Imposible

Explores how online hate cuts deeper than physical wounds

Digital Guillotine

So you ask me why I sell my tools?
Maybe I’m chasing something new.
Maybe ‘cause applause don’t pay the rent,
just love and words—yeah, I know they’re true.
But the world’s been priced in dollar signs,
no weight for craft, no room for soul.
If hands don’t feed, if strings don’t heal,
what’s a broken trade to hold?

Tell me—why’s the measure always cash?
Tell me—why does worth get cut in half?

Why do I sell?
‘Cause this world won’t keep a place for sound.
Why do I sell?
‘Cause the crowd wants noise, not hands unbound.
Why do I sell?
‘Cause the system bleeds the makers dry.
I’d give it all just to see her eyes—
I’d burn the past to buy that flight.

So you ask me why I lay it down,
why I trade my steel for borrowed ground?
‘Cause it’s been years with empty pockets,
chasing coins that never land.
Society don’t want no players,
just machines that play on cue.
But I’ll fight through this starvation
if it leads me home to you.

Tell me—does the song still count if it can’t pay?
Tell me—do I walk or throw the world away?

Why do I sell?
‘Cause this world won’t keep a place for sound.
Why do I sell?
‘Cause the crowd wants noise, not hands unbound.
Why do I sell?
‘Cause the system bleeds the makers dry.
I’d give it all just to see her eyes—
I’d burn the past to buy that flight.

Why does music heal but never feed?
Why’s creation treated like a thief?
Why does love outshine the stage lights’ glow,
yet I’d pawn it all just to let her know—
I will not lose her.

Why do I sell?
‘Cause a man must fight to keep his vow.
Why do I sell?
‘Cause the only stage I want is now.
Why do I sell?
Not for gold, not for the crowd—
I sell my tools so I can prove
my love’s the truest sound.

So you ask me why I sell my tools…
It’s for her.
It’s for love.
It’s for life.

Why I Sell My Tools


Turn my brain on, boot it up,
Remember all the things I do.
Don’t take long, cause let’s be real,
Every day’s the same old deal.

Pull my clothes on, I’m all set,
No different from the other fools,
Grinding hard to just get by,
Living by the same old rules.

Same old, same old,
Don’t dream of something new.
Everything I’ve ever done,
Is the same as I always do.
Same old, same old,
Follow the well-worn path,
The habits of a lifetime,
Can’t be broken just like that.

Turn my mind off, wind it down,
Forget about my careworn day.
Drink a beer, watch bad TV,
Every show’s the same to me.

Go to sleep, dream a dream,
Trapped inside a padded cell,
Try to scream, try to escape,
Eternity in this same old hell.


Same old, same old,
Don’t dream of something new.
Everything I’ve ever done,
Is the same as I always do.
Same old, same old,
Follow the well-worn path,
The habits of a lifetime,
Can’t be broken just like that

Same old, same old,
Don’t dream of something new.
Everything I’ve ever done,
Is the same as I always do.

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